[This last definition is what impacts Verso the most; the end of this life, a window opening so that he can take one final breath of fresh air, by his own will and into his own lungs, before everything goes dark and his past is freed from the talons of the Dessendres' grief.]
It's the present that matters. Even the future's impossible to live in, right?
[He agrees at the end. This, at least, his actions represent. The past hast turned him into something he can't live with, and the future will turn him into nothing at all, but the present is where and when he can live though smaller, quieter moments like this, stitching them together into the fabric of a life that might have been worth living had it not brought about such suffering to everyone else.
When she tells him to hold onto the card, his own smile shines through. Holding it up between his fingers, he motions it towards her like a soft salute, then tucks it inside of his jacket, between his vest and his shirt, tapping the place where it rests over his heart.]
And thanks. I'll keep it safe.
[Meaning he'll stash it somewhere better once he's back at the camp proper. As she thanks him in turn, he takes note of how brightly she shines before looking back up at the stars and thinking that they pale in comparison.]
Yeah, of course. [A smile of his own, not bright but soft, like the very edges of the starlight as they blur out into the night sky.] If you ever need anything, I'm here. Unless you want someone to take over when it's your turn to be the sentry, then you're on your own.
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tableauvivant) wrote2025-09-17 01:14 pm
okay but like secret smile does kinda have versciel vibes
It's the present that matters. Even the future's impossible to live in, right?
[He agrees at the end. This, at least, his actions represent. The past hast turned him into something he can't live with, and the future will turn him into nothing at all, but the present is where and when he can live though smaller, quieter moments like this, stitching them together into the fabric of a life that might have been worth living had it not brought about such suffering to everyone else.
When she tells him to hold onto the card, his own smile shines through. Holding it up between his fingers, he motions it towards her like a soft salute, then tucks it inside of his jacket, between his vest and his shirt, tapping the place where it rests over his heart.]
And thanks. I'll keep it safe.
[Meaning he'll stash it somewhere better once he's back at the camp proper. As she thanks him in turn, he takes note of how brightly she shines before looking back up at the stars and thinking that they pale in comparison.]
Yeah, of course. [A smile of his own, not bright but soft, like the very edges of the starlight as they blur out into the night sky.] If you ever need anything, I'm here. Unless you want someone to take over when it's your turn to be the sentry, then you're on your own.